However, romance was far from the agenda for my husband and I when we hit Manhattan in early October. We may have held hands on the plane but we were also each plugged into separate forms of entertainment as is the way with all heavily married couples. When you’re young and in love, you hit Manhattan with notions of staring in a romcom-style mini-break complete with carriage rides in Central Park, Meg Ryan-type meet cutes, culminating in an epic proposal story that’ll keep you in dinner party anecdotes long after the passion and interest in each other runs dry. When you’re past the honeymoon phase, a trip to the City That Never Sleeps evolves into a completely different prospect. For starters, you’ve likely spent a good chunk of your firstborn’s college fund on flights and used up every favour in the Family Favour Bank to leave your spawn in the care of someone else, therefore it is imperative that you make the most of your trip. Making the most of any trip can fast become a bit of a tyranny, but making the most of New York is a doddle. Just stroll down any street and there’s something fab. It’s…